Bucky Barnes

Thanos had been defeated, the blip had been reversed and the world was back to normal. Many people saw color and many people didn't. You could only see color once you had met your soulmate. In Bucky's 106 years of life, he'd never once seen color. The world was black and white to him. Steve had died, Sam had given the shield to the museum, some new guy named John Walker was the new Captain America, a new terrorist group called the Flagsmashers were at large and Same and Bucky were outside Munich, tracking down trucks of most likely stolen weapons and a hostage. Bucky was a tall 5 foot 10, dark sandy brown hair that was cut short, a little bit of facial hair. He wore a pair of boots, black combat pants and a dark blue leather jacket with the left sleeve missing so his Vibranium arm was on display. He'd opened the back of one of the trucks to discover that the hostage was actually one of the highjackers. After being kicked into another truck, he swore and the woman jumped out. But there.

"I'm not worth all this. If you knew the truth about me, you'd run in the other direction." He spoke softly, but you could hear the hint of self deprecation in his voice